Silenced (Demigod Story)

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“I’m over here,” I heard from behind me.  Olive stood tall, avoiding eye contact.  Olive had black hair that was slightly curled at the bottom, which reached to her shoulder blades.  Her eyes were a lime green and I could faintly see that she had on purple eye shadow.  She wore a gray Aeropostale shirt

“At least I didn’t have to use my Voka to knock her out like I thought I would have too,” she admitted, lifting a wine bottle into the air.  I rubbed the back of my head, a bottle being smashed against my skull is not something that I am in the mood for.

“Knock who out?” Tate asked.

“Floret, she was acting cray cray so I thought that I would have to throw my wine bottle at her head,” Olive explained.  Instead of focusing on the fact that this girl was a lot more violent then she looked, I focused on the fact that she knew my name.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, not recognizing Olive from anywhere.

“We went to school together.  Aren’t you a mute?” she wondered.

“That is a conversation for later,” I muttered, not willing to let anyone to know about my secret.

Tate rolled her eyes, not caring about my secret.  I wasn’t offended, I was actually relived that she didn’t start interrogating me.  She faced Olive, silence covered the whole world at that moment.  “Be good,” she said, and then walked away.  Noise started up again, gods that girl is different.

I looked at Olive and noticed that her arm was bloody, dried blood was smeared all over it.  “What happened to your arm?” I wondered, those cuts were unnatural but I couldn’t tell how I knew or how someone could be unnaturally cut.

Olive looked down at her arm, “That is a story for later.”

Her cuts were like open wounds, they could easily get infected.  I handed over my jacket, uncovering my arm with the green designs.  The outside of my jacket may have been covered in dirt, but the inside was clean and better than having no protection at all.

“You need it more than I do,” I whispered as she examined at my arm.  She didn’t need to think that she had to give the jacket back so I could over my arm, I was actually quite proud of my arm even if it does represent Gaea that was my mother.  Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to camp any time soon.  This time can be used to have a little vacation and everyone would think that I was still traveling to help the girl.  That is, if people even noticed that I had left.

“I am still confused of where we are going,” Olive admitted, shrugging on the jacket.

“We are going to go to camp Half-Blood,” I explained while I glanced at Ick, the guy that I had knocked out.  I gestured to have her follow me as I walked away from him so he wouldn’t wake up and think that I was kidnapping her.

“Why can’t we go to camp Jupiter?” Olive wondered.

I sighed; I never learned anything about this Roman thing.  “To be honest, I don’t know very much about this world,” I admitted. 

“But, you are here to bring me to camp Half-Blood.  Don’t you have to be informed to do that kind of stuff?” she pointed out.

“I am a brilliant fighter, and that is just because of my powers.  Barely anyone knows about my powers so when we get to camp, you must not mention my powers.  Okay?” I bargained.

“Sure, I won’t tell anyone,” she shrugged.  I wasn’t sure if I could trust what she was saying, but it wasn’t like I could force her to not tell anyone.  I wasn’t even that type of person so I couldn’t even do it if I wanted to.

“So how did that car crash?” I wondered.

She stared off into space for a few seconds and then answered, “I still haven’t figured that out.”

“Well, what is the last thing that you remember?” I wondered.

“I drank a lot of wine, and then I passed out,” she simply stated.

It was my turn to space out so I did.  I now understood the whole thing.  Dionysus just wanted someone to be there to save…his daughter.  The fact that he could say that he was testing what side I was on was just his cover for the fact that he cared about her.  Gods, that guy actually did have a few brain cells that are for the demigods.